Despite another not great night’s sleep, as planned I woke a little earlier, made my lunch and cycled in to work (no breakfast though).
I was really quite nervous, and had built it up into something approaching terrifying, but of course it really wasn’t too bad at all. I felt quite the sense of achievement afterward.
And of course it rained for the first time in weeks, but I managed to miss the worst of it.
I’m going to treat the next seven days as carolbaby self-care week and try to get myself back into some sort of mental health equilibrium. Most important of this will be to cut myself a frigging break, but also to keep cycling and making lunch. Then we’ll see how I’m travelling and determine whether I need to seek out the services of a Professional.